[ His eyes are immediately drawn to the couch. Because he meant it that he'd be fine with it -- he'd only left Amos' place to get away from Tony's insufferable bitching for a while, and all he wants right now is to be horizonal on a relatively-soft surface and close his eyes and drift off for another day or two. ]

Guess you've been going stuff too, huh. [ He idly rubs a hand at his temple, trying to quell the low-grade headache that's been bothering him. (It's because he's been sleeping too much.) ] Can't help you with your Discord, but you should probably get that taken care of soon.

[ The implication, of course, being 'I'd help you if I could.'

He'd started drifting over to the living room, but Gen grunts and let himself be redirected when Rin corrals him from behind. Right, right. Bed, sure, whatever. A hand trails on the wall as he trudges along, blinking tiredly. ]

What happened, anyway? Before ... Cyrus.

[ 'Before I helped kill him,' his mind helpfully supplies; Gen blinks hard, ears flattening back for a moment, and ignores it. ]